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    “ because blokes like you, nice and well-meaning through and through       you’re the types to attract trouble like bees to honey, really … based on my experience, anyway. ” her shoulders lift in a nonchalant shrug, eyes flitting back to the bandage she’d been smoothing across his skin. ellie affords it with as much care as she would the children she deals with on an almost-daily basis, hands slow and sure, brow furrowing in concentration even as she speaks again. “ besides, it pays to be prepared for the worst, you know ? i’d hate to have to see you walking around the hospital with a limp      or something worse, or another. so there. ” 

       finally satisfied with her work, she steps back from him, rubbing her forehead with a spare hand as the overdue stress washes over her in waves. she’d been calm when presented with his injury, but now that everything was fine, now that she had the freedom to breathe without the concern for his well-being all but stifling her every inhale, her shoulders sag in relief, a fact that she can’t quite hide from him as well as she wanted to. the strain was too much, too soon.

      her smile is chastened, the fire in her voice weakened significantly as she looks at him again. there’s the sinking feeling that he’s only telling her what she wants to hear       and god, does she want to believe otherwise, but even so … even so. ellie cannot control everything, as much as she could ever want to. he would come to her if he deemed it a good option       perhaps even the last one. in the end it is his choice, and his alone. all she could do is hope that he follows through with his acquiescence. 

    “ too late for that, unfortunately. i’m a worrier, me. don’t mind it too much. ‘s my default setting, if that makes sense. you just focus on not getting banged up again, you hear ? ”

                    ❝ based on your experience ? what, do you do this often ? patch up IDIOTS who end up bleeding on your couch ? ❞ it wouldn’t surprise him, honestly. ELLIE is a natural caregiver -- with a soft voice, softer hands, and quick precision, she makes for a great nurse and good friend to turn to in a time of trouble. she was who LINCOLN sought, after all, bruised and busted up. a HOSPITAL would’ve asked too many questions, on an official record -- that was the last thing he needed. u n f o r t u n a t e l y , it meant dragging her into his  m e s s, and she asked for more than he was able to give. he wonders who else found themselves in this exact same spot, in the same predicament.                      ❝ something worse. ❞ he mutters under his breath, echoing her words. a bitter smile ghosts his lips for a moment. that’s just a life hazard for INHUMANS at this point, isn’t it ? anyone who knows their existence hunts them, a fact proven by history time and time again. they would never be  c o m p l e t e l y  safe. ❝ i’ll try to see to it that doesn’t happen -- i can’t pull off a limp. ❞ he jokes, turning to smile at ELLIE.                         he feels BAD when he watches her visibly deflate, and remembers what it’s like to be on the other side of things. usually, LINCOLN is the one taking care of his injured friends, cleaning up wounds that should rightfully be taken care of in a hospital ; and they don’t usually LIE to him about how they got them. it’s a lot of PRESSURE to put on another person’s shoulders, but he’d willingly take it every time to ensure their safety. on that level, he can relate to ELLIE easily. ( a part of him wishes that he could just TELL HER -- explain how this happened, why despite his efforts against it, it’ll probably happen again -- but knows it’s best for everyone if that door remains closed. )                       ❝ i’ve caught onto that. ❞ LINCOLN smiles lightly, a soft affection in his voice. he can’t really fault someone for caring too much. ❝ THANKS, DOC. ❞ he stretches his arms, after having to hold still for so long, and stifles a groan of pain that threatens to force it’s way out as a result. he’s probably going to be sore for the next few days.

me: [uses my hands as a microphone] WILL GORSKI SUCKS

liz: [from the other room] wHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO FIGHT

                            ( ofshocking ❊ starter call ! )

            ❛ holy crap ! ❜

                  excitement makes its presence easily known                   by  her  outburst,  mingled with the astonished                    expression on youthful features.   perhaps it                   is childish to b e a m  the way that she does,                    but  it’s  nearly  impossible not to after bearing                                     ———–  W I T N E S S to                   such a marvel. it’s  a  comfort,  too, knowing                    that she is not alone. it’s a relief, realizing that                   she’s  not  aomlone  in  being  something short of                                   N   O   R   M   A   L. 

           ❛ can you show me again? ❜

Basic Angst Starters | not accepting

Hozier sentence meme | accepting

                    ❝ – what if i did ? ❞                   he’s heard the rumors, everyone has. the infamous BLACK WIDOW, once a KGB operative turned SHIELD agent – top marks, best anyone had ever seen. her legend status everyone’s heard much about, a HIGH REGARD held for the AVENGER among the government agency, and it’s well earned. but sometimes, when icons are made, the person behind them gets LOST in the stories. it’s  d e h u m a n i z a t i o n. they don’t bleed, they don’t hurt, and they don’t need help ; a GOD LIKE status. it can be a dangerous thing – even he’s guilty of doing it at times. her words are solemn truth, a small tease at  h i s t o r y  said and done.                      NATASHA’S PAST IS HER OWN. he doubts anyone will know the full story other than her. after SHIELD’s file dump, what was previously known about the BLACK WIDOW was exposed for the world to see, but LINCOLN knows it’s far from everything. they only talk about BLACK WIDOW the asset ; NATASHA ROMANOFF the statistic – threat level, ability, mission success rate. on paper ( or internet ), it’s easy to see her as a  m a c h i n e, without personality or emotions. no one ever thinks about the trauma one had to endure in order to make it to that level.                        he can only imagine the kind of life she’s lived, being forged into a weapon of destruction. the INNOCENCE lost, ripped out and torn to shreds in order to  s u r v i v e ; the TOLL it takes on a person’s soul, to leave a trail of blood and chaos in their wake. after awhile, it must be easy to succumb to the violence – the darkness. to fight your way out, become something MORE, someone BETTER, rebuild yourself and your legacy … it’s the strongest testament of character he knows. 

    she pauses when he looks at her, hands stilling against the bandage she’d been securing. ellie knows what’s coming, even before he forms the words       it’s a reaction she would’ve given, had the tables been turned and she the one injured and needing aid ( though in what universe she’d be lying about getting into trouble, she can’t quite figure out just yet. ) so the shutdown, the rejection     it doesn’t faze her in the slightest, familiar with the desire to not be a bother to those she cares about rather intimately. rather than acquiescing to his attempt to settle down the concern that’s flared up in her gut, she holds his gaze with as much steel as she could muster instead. her voice is firm when she speaks, a tone brooking no argument. 

    “ unnecessary, maybe, but the offer still stands. you might be trained medically, yes, but let me tell you: there are some injuries that are hard to patch up by yourself. it always pays to have an extra set of hands available. ” 

      her brow quirks in silent challenge, as if to say, you know i’m right.  “ and anyway       i said it was just in case. it’s something to keep in mind, and it’s your call on whether or not to take advantage of it if or when you find yourself in a situation like this, though it would honestly give me peace of mind to know you’ll do so, if there’s a need for it. ”

     ❝ why are you so convinced i’m going to need help again ? ❞      LINCOLN shakes his head, fighting off a small smile. ( he      probably will, at some point. ) LINCOLN’s really not good at arguing. stubborn, yes, he can be stubborn -- but he doesn’t like fighting. so MORE  OFTEN THAN NOT, when it comes down to it, he usually concedes to let the other have their way. ( or agree to it nonetheless ; whether he actually follows through with it is another story entirely. ) it’s evident that ELLIE’s not going to give in on this one, a fact that’s mostly touching and only slightly annoying. he knows he’s lucky to even have people that care at all.

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